Ninety years ago, and in the middle of the night, a group of nine scared people were waiting in the basement of the house where they were being imprisoned. Woken in the dead of night by the head guard, they’d been told to dress and go down to the basement, as they were to be moved elsewhere for their safety.
The mother had requested a chair, as she had painful sciatica. The father carried their chronically ill teenage son down into the basement. Their four daughters followed instructions quietly, as did the two retainers who had stayed loyally, each clutching pillows. One can imagine the dread that stalked them all.
They went down to the basement to die.
